Quotes About Joyce

Zombie," which he'd adapted from Joyce Carol Oates's 1995 novella by the same name. She, in turn, had based her work partly from the life and crimes of cannibalistic serial killer, Jeffrey Dahmer.

As you know, Joyce was a writer who asked his reader to give him a lifetime," he said. "I am that reader, and I can tell you it was a wasted life.

What Joyce called "the grave and constant" in human sufferings Campbell knew to be a principal theme of classic mythology.

To the west, the Pacific Ocean, which revulses me, for its vastness cannot be fitted into any box.

Just to pose certain questions is, I guess, to show your hope they can be answered.

Yet, you might well be here, visiting the Yewville library as a longtime patron.

I give you a new commandment: that you should love one another. Just as I have loved you, so you too should love one another. JOHN 13:34

James Joyce, in his novel Finnegans Wake, in 1939, punned on the word "Hindoo" (as the British used to spell it), joking that it came from the names of two Irishmen, Hin-nessy and Doo-ley: "This is the hindoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the hinnessy."30 Even Joyce knew that the word was not native to India.

I want to work with the top people, because only they have the courage and the confidence and the risk-seeking profile that you need.

Otell me all aboutAnna Livia! I want to hear allabout Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of course, we all know Anna Livia. Tell me all. Tell me now.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

Joyce has freed us from the superstition of syntax, agreed the curly man.

How strange it is beholding this, and, very confident, proclaim that such magnificenceoccurred by accident.

I never really liked "cool" books. I plowed through as much Borges and Joyce as possible, read the first half of V. and spent whole Bar Mitzvah checks on Beat poetry.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

Excuse me, but could we borrow a pen?" Joyce looked at me like I'd asked for her firstborn child, then took a Bic from behind her ear and handed it over. I looked at the pen, took a napkin and wiped it down. Who knew where her ears had been?

Joyce is a poet and also an elephantine pedant.

The twentieth century was wedded to the remembrance of things past, with Proust making the act of remembrance an art of sensory timeslip in the first texts which would become A la Recherche du Temps Perdu in 1913 and with Joyce making an epic forever out of a single passing ordinary day with the serialization of the first chapters of Ulysses not long after.

But how could he admire Joyce's lengthy, libidinal 'yes' so fervently and end up saying 'no' to his own life? I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

The exciting quality about Joyce is that when you read him, you are not told of the large public issues that were agitating the minds of politicians and journalists on those days. Joyce is interested in the mind of a man who has put five shillings on a horse.

Martin Joyce is a beautiful dancer and an amazing choreographer. He choreographed the Mulberry dance film I was in, 'From London with Love.' A truly talented man.

The unconscious Joyce represents is not merely an area within the brains of his creatures. It is a network of connections through time and space that extends beyond any awareness but the most absolute.

Shakespeare said pretty well everything and what he left out, James Joyce, with a judge from meself, put in.

History, sociology, economics, psychology et al. confirmed Joyce's view of Everyman as victim.